Love you, never separate

He Qing looks softer when he is asleep than when he is awake, and even a little cute. His long eyelashes quiver slightly, probably because there are drugs playing a role.

He Qing sleeps very deeply. Dr. Wang just looks at He Qing quietly for a while. His brain begins to be trapped. Finally, he slowly closes his eyes.

When Dr. Wang woke up again, he Qing was no longer in his original position. He stretched himself to death, and some clothes slipped off his shoulders. He turned his head and looked at the clothes he had covered before. He picked them up and put them on his legs.

It's dark outside the window. He takes out his mobile phone and takes a look at the time. It's more than nine o'clock in the evening. He shakes his numb arm and looks around the ward. He doesn't see he Qing's shadow.

Where's he Qing? Home? He has some doubts in his heart. It's getting late. He Qing really has no place to go.

His eyes fell on Grandma's face lying on the hospital bed. He put his hand on Grandma's hand and closed his eyes. Grandma, if you hear my inner voice, please wake up quickly. He Qing, I really need you.

He opened his eyes, took back his hand, stood up, and couldn't help laughing. He thought out such an unrealistic idea. If Grandma could really hear it, he Qing said so much during the day, shouldn't she have woken up long ago.

He sighed and went out of the door. Subconsciously, he took out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and put one in his mouth. As soon as he pressed the lighter to light it, he saw he Qing at the corner of the corridor. He stuffed the lighter into his pocket, pulled out the cigarette in his mouth, and then stuffed it back into the cigarette box and hid it behind him.

He Qing walked a little unsteady, holding a pot of water against the wall and walking back slowly. Dr. Wang immediately welcomed him, took the pot in He Qing's hand and held him Qing, "if you want to pick up the water, why don't you wake me up? It's not convenient for you to walk."

He Qing laughed at Doctor Wang and said, "Doctor Wang, I'm ok. I just knocked my leg carelessly. It's not that my leg is broken. Don't bother you."

Doctor Wang frowned, glared at He Qing, and helped him back to the ward, "did you knock it carelessly? What's the swelling like? You can't see it? It's like that... That, boiled tofu. Isn't that serious? You can't... "

When Dr. Wang said this, he suddenly stopped for a moment, and there was some helplessness in his words, "can't you take care of your body a little bit? If you don't care about it yourself, others will care about it. Your friends, your grandmother, and... And Zhou Li, think about them. "

He Qing nodded, "I know. Thank you, Dr. Wang."

"Here you are again. Do I want to hear your thanks? How long have you known each other? Why are you still so polite to me? " Doctor Wang is a little angry.

He Qing choked and hung his head, "I'm used to... Sorry."

"You..." Doctor Wang, who was waiting for he Qing's apology, felt that his head would be blown by He Qing. He stretched out his hand and hung it on He Qing's head for a long time. Finally, he sighed and patted it gently on He Qing's head, "forget it, have you eaten? Are you hungry? "

He Qing first shook his head, then touched his stomach and nodded.

Doctor Wang looked at He Qing's childish actions at the moment. He only thought it was funny. Just now, his dissatisfaction was dissipated by the rush. He murmured: "sometimes it's really like a child."

He Qing didn't hear what Doctor Wang had just said. He unconsciously tilted his head, moved his ears and said, "what?"

Doctor Wang just said that to himself, but he Qing didn't want to hear it. He coughed gently and said, "I brought you some porridge when I came back. It's in a thermos. It's still hot now. Go back and have some."

He helped He Qing back to the ward. The ICU was not as well equipped as the general ward. Besides medical equipment, there was really no table to be found.

Dr. Wang presented a bowl of porridge to He Qing and said, "there's no place for tableware here. You can eat a little like this. It's really no good... Come back to the office with me?"

He Qing took the bowl from Dr. Wang and subconsciously wanted to thank him, but he thought that Dr. Wang didn't seem to like it very much. He swallowed the words of thanks and just laughed at Dr. Wang, "that's good. Dr. Wang, you can have some."

Doctor Wang himself went to present a bowl of porridge, pulled a stool to He Qing, and he Qing and a shoulder porridge.

He Qing is very dedicated to everything. He never says a word when he eats. Doctor Wang knows he Qing's habits, but he looks at him from time to time and doesn't speak.

The bowls are disposable plastic bowls. After they finished their porridge, he Qing subconsciously put away the tableware and went out to brush with the thermos pot, which was stopped by Dr. Wang.

Dr. Wang personally took the thermos and garbage from He Qing, pushed He Qing back to the stool, and gave him a warning look. Then he turned around and took things out of the door.

He Qing is a sensitive character. As long as others do something more for him, he will feel uncomfortable. However, Doctor Wang warned him to take a look at him before he left, and he certainly didn't want to let him go with him.

He sat in the same place and hesitated. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should go out and continue to take the work back to himself or listen to Dr. Wang's words and sit in the same place.

He tangled for a long time, until Dr. Wang finished brushing the thermos and came back with a clean kettle, he was still frowning and thinking.

Doctor Wang put the thermos on the ground in the corner of the wall and walked to He Qing. He Qing's reaction was really slow. He was so careless and stood behind he Qing, but he Qing still didn't find it.

He bent his fingers to knock on He Qing's head and asked casually, "what do you think?"

"Dr. Wang, can you lend me your mobile phone?" He Qing a Leng, raise head to look at Doctor Wang, ask a way.

Dr. Wang now remembers that he Qing's mobile phone seems to have been lost in the hospital hall this morning. It is estimated that the mobile phone is no longer protected. Either it is trampled by reporters, or it is taken away as garbage by cleaning aunts, or it is picked up by passers-by.

The hospital is originally a place with complex groups of people. At a glance, it is difficult to tell whether it is the patient or the patient's family. It is not very strange that anyone is involved. After all, it is easier to do something in this kind of public place.

If the mobile phone is lost, the chance of getting it back is very small, and it's still a broken one.